March of the Angels: the book that holds your heart

I knew the exhibition room of the library had changed their exhibit for a new topic. From the new decors, photos, and pictures, I guessed it was about a doctor who took care of children. I felt the heavy sadness lingered in the room every time I passed the room, but I ignored it until today.

I wanted to catch the sunlight that warmed the room, so I sat down and read the book about the doctor.
"March of the Angels,"  is the title. The story was told in chronicle order about Janusz Korczak, a doctor in Poland, who gave up being a doctor and became a care-taker of children who lost their families in wars and almost lost themselves in poverty when their dignity as human beings were tramped by the neglect and indifference of the society.

Janusz Korczak with children

The decors in the exhibition room.

I thought, well, yes, I know this kind of story...the humanitarian acts ...but the story turned when Nazi came in with the brutal decision.  All the kids should be sent to the gas chamber. My heart sank into a lump, and my tears gushed out when I reached the part that described the doctor led the children march to death with calm and dignity.

They all died in the end. But the children didn't know they were marching to their death. They were talking about what they'd want to be when they grew up. They never grew up, the dreams perished with their lives. But, at least, they died in calmness, in the dream of having a future.

I couldn't stop my tears just like I could not stop the visitors who happened to come in at the moment when I was wiping my tears and my eyes were terribly red. But, I didn't feel embarrassed, this is the book that gives you perfect justice to cry in front of people.

A mini window decor of the dinning room of the orphanage.

The book, March of the Angels.

I tried to google the book, but couldn't find any. So, I share the photos with you. Hope you will find the book and give yourself a good cry in the love of Janusz Korczak.